There is a lot of crap in my closet it seems like
She came back from a long trip and commented on the mess
Spilled out of the darkness
Onto the dusty carpet
Glance at her face
Realize how much I missed her
I once pretended that I was asleep in my bed
Under the blue fleece
And watched her breath
Fill the room with smoke
Mist of Dark light 
An urgent gutting of the closet
Reveals a burning halogen lamp turned over
Melting a nylon cord as thick as my middle finger
Dripping a smelly sticky liquid
Which in time blackens, and turns to dust